Because I was BoredI was bored.Because I was Bored4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
So I took a knife,
The one my mother uses to slice tomatoes,
And cut open my chest just to see
What it would be like to die.
It wasn't so bad.
I saw my grandfather again.
He introduced me to my
To my great-great-grandfather
And to my great-great-great-grandfather
Who had a bridge named after him.
But hanging around with old people,
Including my great-grandmother who was quite strict
And who constantly reminded me
That children should not speak unless spoken to,
Was even more boring.
So I left the place
And woke up on the kitchen floor.
My mother saw the mess I had made
And began with a long series of rebukes.
I picked up the blood-stained knife
And cut open my mother's chest
Just to see what it would be like to kill someone.
Well, I was bored.